Fuck her with the bottle.

You pull the bottle out just enough to let the champagne gush out of her, the liquid fizzing as it spills onto the booth and onto your hands, before pressing it back in, over and over. Her fingers dig into your chest, her nails biting into your skin as she picks up the pace, her body trembling with the effort. The bottle shifts inside her, the champagne sloshing with each thrust, and you can feel her getting closer, her body tightening around you as she nears her peak. She cums with a scream - the pressure and the release far too much - and her pussy clamps down on your so hard it's almost painful.

The sound of the fizzing bubbles, the way she's creaming all over you, the fluids dripping all down your cock, it's all too much, and you explode inside of her. As your seed fills her pussy, you tear out the bottle. Champagne explodes out of her, the liquid gushing everywhere, soaking the couch and splashing all over the floor. By the time your two orgasms subside, the room is a mess - there's champagne everywhere and broken flutes on the ground, which you didn't even notice. Gemma's body glistens, her skin slick with booze and sweat.

Not yet done, you flip her onto her back and onto the soaked couch, and lean your head between her legs, your breath hot between her skin. You drag your tongue through the dampness, a heady cocktail of champagne and her arousal, sweet, salty . The taste is electric - sweet, crisp, and effervescent. Your tongue swirls around her clit as the liquid spills over your lips and down your chin. You groan against her, her fingers tangling in your hair until you swallow her down, every last drop.